what is wrong with me?

GREGORY'S POV.

My eyes are fixed on the pen twirling on my fingers like a mechanical system. To the unobservant eye I am paying rapt attention to whatever is being said, but in actual fact I have no idea what my marketing head has been saying for the last hour. My mind is too cramped to let anything else enter into it. The only thing consuming my mind is the woman in my home, the supposed mother of my child and the strange circumstances surrounding me.

The mind that was once able to conceive great ideas and propel this company from millions to billions is jumbled. Could all this be some kind of schizophrenic symptoms?. No! it couldn't be! The doctor said I was fine from my last visit, which was barely two weeks ago. Everything seems out of touch though, things aren't adding up. Even my feelings are a mess!

“Sir, sir..”. My head jerks up as I recognise the voice of my marketing head calling me for my attention.

My eyes finally meet his scared and confused ones. His round face is pin